Cali Chronic Lyrics

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Cali Chronic Lyrics

Turn it up

[Huddy Combs]

Yo, when I roll you know the cats be out

So you cowards got no choice but to rat me out

I call in from the pen to try to see what that be 'bout

Cuz I catch a fool slip and yo, his ass is out

[Blinky Blink]

Hud, stay on the low, pop two cops

Thug, Against All Odds, like Tupac

I'm caked up, dog-tired from Jacob

Platinum, reach for it then wake up

[Huddy]

For top dollar yo, I squeeze my trigger

And Lord knows, I'll lead this nigga

Cuz I'm down for whatever

Matter of fact, I'm down for the cheddar

Try to clown and get your ass layed down forever

[Blink]

Niggas hate to see a G come up (yeah)

Young niggas that run up get gun up

That's for real, seen the nigga pass the still

Even wink, your ass get killed, All Out

[Meeno]

1 - This is for the no-nada's

6'4" rida's, all them ones are lowriders

All weed smokers, whole weed sippa's

All dead homies, and O.G. nigga's

Throw it up

This is for the no-nada's

6'4" rida's, all them ones are lowriders

Whether blewed out or flamed out

Mask on, ridin' with them big things out

Yay a yayyy

[Meeno]

Light up the izzy-izzy ba-ba, ask yourself, why try?

Touch the untouchable brotha that's in front of you

Harlem USA be the place that I come from

Twenty-ninth and Lenox be that place I get the guns from

Vacant lots be the route that we used to run from

Thirty-second precinct until Jackie caught the dum dum

It's hot now, cops now, all I've gotta eat

Close food shop down, send them across the street

My force overheat cuz this cost is cheap

Reminiscin' all my homies that I lost on the streets

Dos Bruce, LB and even Stevie D

Pull some nigga out and throw it up for a G

NBR, be the click that claim to be

So if worse come to worse, do the same for me

Repeat 1

[Loon]

Now, we drink Colt '45, toke 45's

Smoke 'til we high, loc til' we die

Got locked up in Crenshaw

Somebody said, 'Foo, what you in for?!'

Gentleman's hoe, bang window

Did 15, and got about 10 more

Oh, he was solid than Dembrahlie

And Eddie 3 was the first with I hydraulics

Bought his first big dinner with narcotics

And had a day, engine noise kept unpolished

You taught me about khakis and Converse

And if a foo' try to move then you ball first, feel me?

But now I'm stackin' my grip

Back in the trick, come out a day early is a slap on the wrist

But one time never sleep on it

I went from Harlem to LA fool, so speak on it

Repeat 1 until fade